While he'd academically known that Poison had been with girls before, he only ever really hears him talk about Ghoul, about boys, so the fact that he's so good at this? comes as something of a dizzying surprise. Jack squirms his hips, rocking against the press of Poison's hand, the slide of his fingers.

"This is so fucking weird," he says, losing his words in a soft, breathy moan.